Cripes, we're doing it again. Meet family addition number 3 (this was number 2), due home on May 30th. Hannah named him BB, which expands to Bam Bam. Or BB King. Or nothing. He is (cough, cough) the biggest pup in the litter, the first of the lot to give a happy little skip when they were placed outside, and the pup who loooovvvveeeeddddd being petted, so much so that his eyes rolled back, I swear! He is also the pup who sort of shouldered his way around, which we all blissfully ignored (that's where Bam Bam came in).
As cute as they were, I would not have minded at all if we'd waited 5 years to do this. I work at home. I know what this all means. And I am far from being happy.

What's that song again? The thrill is gone?